| So. Today we went shopping at Livingston.
Then Stephie and I got lost on the way back. In Newark. Majorly sketch.
We kept trying to get Stephie's dad to tell us directions, but the only
landmarks we could see were fried chicken places.Fortunately, we ventured back to 78.
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| So. Annoyed, to say the least.
We are supposed to go clubbing at the Avaland Saturday event, which
starts at 10 this upcoming Saturday. All these people seem so excited
about it, and Sophia invites EVERYONE.
Now people are bickering at each other because this person can't go if
that person's going, etcetc. and people KEEP DROPPING OUT.AJ has been
sincerely nice about it, but people are so FUCKING LAZY. Everyone, with
the exception of Kathi and Harri have all been like, "Oh, you plan it,
and I'll just show up and party."
What the hell?! Do you have ANY idea how annoying it is? So here I am,
researching everything, pulling in sources to see our options, and now
I have the whole thing planned out, and people CONTINUE to give me iffy
answers! Then they tell me all their annoying little petty personal
considerations. Look, if you have a fucking problem, go deal with it! I
plan it, if you're not happy with my plan, go plan it yourself! God.
I've been working on Physics for 3 nights in a row, and then Sophia
just cruises up to me and asks what we're doing for the clubbing, as if
my life is completely party planning. God forbid I actually have some
academics to attend to. Then, if things fuck up, I get blamed. Great.
Just Great.
The most annoying thing is, I already talked to the party promoter and
made him write up a list of 22! TWENTY TWO. I feel so bad. I can just
imagine that list. 22 people, and not one shows.
I hate when things don't follow through. I'm insanely annoyed by it,
and I'm insanely annoyed by any cancellation. There's something called
fucking integrity. If you don't want to go, don't tell me you're going
to fucking go! If you're not serious about it, don't tell me you're
serious! Then I wouldn't be wasting my fucking time, my party
promoter's fucking time, and the time of every fucking person I have to
contact in order to get this goddamn thing done!
Hell, at this point, I'm going to drop out myself.
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| Sophia: Yeah! Peace!
Carden: Peace!
Liz: Peace!
Me: Up yours!
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| So...prom. When I remember this weekend better, I might write about it.
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